Folsom Prison Blues
I hear a train a comin'
It's coming round the bend
Settled down
Since I don't know when
Stuck in Folsom prison
Time keeps draggin' on
I hear train a rollin'
Go down to San Antone
When I was just a baby
My mama told me, son
Said, always be a good one
Don't ever play with guns
I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
I hear a train a blowing
I hang my head and cry
Stuck in Folsom prison
Til I don't know when
Stuck in Folsom prison
Til I don't know when
I hear train a rollin'
Around the bend
When I was little young boy
My mama told me, son
Always be a good one
Don't play with guns
I shot a man in Reno
To watch him die
I know there's rich folks after
Running fancy cars
Drink Don Perignon and
Smoking big cigars
I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
These bad cats keep on movin'
And that's what tortures me
If they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison
That's where I want to stay
Let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
I know there's rich people after fancy cars
I know there's rich people after fancy cars
Drink Don Perignon and smoke big cigars
I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
These bad cats keep on movin'
And that's what tortures
Me
It's coming round the bend
Settled down
Since I don't know when
Stuck in Folsom prison
Time keeps draggin' on
I hear train a rollin'
Go down to San Antone
When I was just a baby
My mama told me, son
Said, always be a good one
Don't ever play with guns
I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
I hear a train a blowing
I hang my head and cry
Stuck in Folsom prison
Til I don't know when
Stuck in Folsom prison
Til I don't know when
I hear train a rollin'
Around the bend
When I was little young boy
My mama told me, son
Always be a good one
Don't play with guns
I shot a man in Reno
To watch him die
I know there's rich folks after
Running fancy cars
Drink Don Perignon and
Smoking big cigars
I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
These bad cats keep on movin'
And that's what tortures me
If they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison
That's where I want to stay
Let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
I know there's rich people after fancy cars
I know there's rich people after fancy cars
Drink Don Perignon and smoke big cigars
I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
These bad cats keep on movin'
And that's what tortures
Me
Credits
Writer(s): Johnny R. Cash
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